Lis's Project 365

When you’re out in the woods,  if there’s one thing you want to make sure you have, it’s an old-school, wall mounted pencil sharpener.  I suppose we could use it on marshmallow sticks?

My vote-by-mail packet arrived today.  Now I have to do some homework to see who I want to replace Joe Kennedy (because he’s deserting us to run for Senate, the jerk).

A local group is trying to make masks for students, and asked for help from the community with ironing, cutting and sewing the material.  I actually kind of like to iron; I appreciate the immediate results of it.  So I offered to help with ironing, and it’s feeding the instant gratification monkey in my brain very nicely.

 

Between aging (ugh, what a terrible word) and year of taking coricosteroids, I have developed thin skin (literally, not figuratively), especially on my hands and forearms. If I manage to cut myself (in this case, during the dangerous activity of folding laundry) I can’t use a regular band-aid; removing it will actually tear the skin again.  So now I use these self-sticking bandages that come in super fun colors.

Doug and I went for a lovely paddle down in West Roxbury today. Saw lots of ducks, geese, shorebirds, and a few herons.  Given that I took this on my pocket camera, and not Doug’s big-boy camera with the giant lens, I’m pretty happy with this photo.

lawn sign

The rug in front of the kitchen sink.  Why?  Another one of those days when I couldn’t find any real photographic inspiration.  Hence….the rug.

It’s fun getting eggs from a local farm.  Clearly, that whole “brown eggs are local eggs” thing is garbage.

Last night there was a crow on our back patio.  It was clearly in distress, and died after not too long.  Concerned about diseases like west Nile, I contacted a couple wildlife rehabilitators, and they suggested contacting Tufts Wildlife Clinic in the morning.  The clinic said they didn’t test for these things, and that I could leave the crow in the woods.  Online resources had recommended double bagging it and putting it in the trash, but I didn’t feel at all good about that, and much preferred the suggestion from Tufts.  So the crow is now resting alongside the Charles River.

We went out to dinner tonight, and while the sky looked threatening as we ate, nothing came of it.  On our way to the restaurant, Doug recalled that the last time we went out to eat (March 12), we were at this same restaurant.